Farren blinked before sitting up straighter, looking up towards the night sky. A resonant howl cut through the cool evening air. He recognized it easily from the clear tone, and its meaning was always the same – Sora had found prey. It was a good thing, since it had nearly been three days before any of the hybrids had managed to find decent prey. Farren himself, hadn’t tasted good blood for nearly four. The hybrids would need the nourishment, especially since the moon was waning.
Farren’s grey eyes flickered towards the shining orb in the sky, its round shape thinning as it approached the new moon – it would become increasingly difficult for the hybrids to shift between the two forms. He didn’t mind this as much – after all, it was easier to blend into society under mortal guise. Actually, the form would most likely pass for vampire rather than mortal… which brought up another point to discuss with the others.
In a swift movement, Farren leapt down from the tree he was resting in. At the edge of the forest, it was quiet – he had taken a moment for himself. He followed the sound of Sora’s howls, and eventually picked up the familiar scents of his allies – not just Sora, but Eclipse had apparently arrived as well. When he came upon the small clearing, he saw Eclipse greedily lapping at the corpse’s cooling blood, with Sora on the ground. It was an all too familiar scene – one that never failed to irritate him. He gripped the bridge of his nose, his black hair falling into his eyes as he sighed.
“In jest or not, fighting over food is pointless, Eclipse,” he said flatly before straightening and approaching the two hybrids. “Sora, be more wary. Next time it may not be Eclipse.”
Farren’s grey eyes flickered towards the shining orb in the sky, its round shape thinning as it approached the new moon – it would become increasingly difficult for the hybrids to shift between the two forms. He didn’t mind this as much – after all, it was easier to blend into society under mortal guise. Actually, the form would most likely pass for vampire rather than mortal… which brought up another point to discuss with the others.
In a swift movement, Farren leapt down from the tree he was resting in. At the edge of the forest, it was quiet – he had taken a moment for himself. He followed the sound of Sora’s howls, and eventually picked up the familiar scents of his allies – not just Sora, but Eclipse had apparently arrived as well. When he came upon the small clearing, he saw Eclipse greedily lapping at the corpse’s cooling blood, with Sora on the ground. It was an all too familiar scene – one that never failed to irritate him. He gripped the bridge of his nose, his black hair falling into his eyes as he sighed.
“In jest or not, fighting over food is pointless, Eclipse,” he said flatly before straightening and approaching the two hybrids. “Sora, be more wary. Next time it may not be Eclipse.”